Monday, February 16, 2009

Please don't call Children's Services!

Monday night is gymnastics's night. I rush home fix something quick and easy for dinner like leftovers or soup and sandwiches. Then I get Emma dressed and we head off to her gymnastics class.

While she is in class I sit with my friend Lindsay in the bleachers and Ian plays either by himself or on nights like tonight with Mason (Lindsay's son). For some reason here lately the place gets really crowded just before Emma's class is over so the stands fill up. Lindsay and I were sitting about three rows up and some people were sitting in front of us so it was a little hard to for the girls to get up to us to get there clothes back on.

While Emma was getting dressed she starts saying the craziest stuff. This is how our conversation went

Emma: Don't kick me

Me: What are you talking about? I didn't kick you!

Emma: Yes you did

Me: Where did I kick you then?

Emma: In the face!

Me: Excuse me!! When did I kick you in the face?

Emma: At Ree (the babysitters) today.

Me: Emma Mae I did not kick you in the face ever and you need to quit saying that because people are going to think I really did kick you and then they will call the cops on mommy.

Emma: Ok I'm sorry you didn't kick me.

Now Emma said all of this fairly loud around a room full of parents so I can only imagine what they think now. To top it off just as I finished this conversation with Emma another mom carries Ian over to me because he fell and hit his lip and was crying.

The worst part of the evening was by the time I got Ian's coat on and had climbed down the bleachers Emma was heading out the front door of the place into the dark parking lot without me. Of course I went after her as quick as I could and snatched her up. She was trying to run around the parking with her friend and when I yelled for her she ran in the opposite direction as me. Once I caught up to her I grabbed her arm and forced her to the car but she was screaming and crying the whole way. I was so upset with her because had she run into the parking lot she could have been hit by a car or someone could have taken her.

I think it's pretty clear by this evening events that I will not be winning any Mother of the Year awards.


Mom to 3 Monkeys said...

LOL! I know its not funny. I've been there so many times but I had to smile because I get it. I sooo get it. If a Mom hasn't dragged her kid to the car screaming and crying then they don't understand my life at ALL! Way to go getting them outta there safe and home. That's all I can do sometimes and that good enough. ;)

Anonymous said...

Ah, but you are mother of the year! You properly disciplined Emma because she was lying (points for mommy), you comforted Ian when he was hurt (points for mommy), you told Emma to stop running in the parking lot and then chased after her when she didn't listen (points for mommy again!). I think you did a fine job. :) - tif